I thought you might be bemused to hear that I had the joy of finding myself behind a particularly pompous man in the queue for parliamentary security this afternoon. I thought he looked vaguely familiar but couldnt quite place him.
As I stood there listening to his ‘banter’ with the guards, which was boring them to tears, I realised that it was Ritchie himself.
I then sat next to him in the waiting room and overheard his side of a conversation with – I assume – a booker for the Andrew Marr show or similar.
‘yes well Andrew can give me a quizzing if he wants too. I’ve done Paxo. I’ve done all of them. I give as good as I receive’. ‘yes well I was behind most of Corbynomics. Between you and me there has not always been quite the credit given that is deserved, but nevermind….’ ‘well to put it in context I know a lot of politicians. I just had a chat with Natalie Bennett, who I know’ (oh the namedropping!) ‘to be clear I would be speaking on my behalf, not Jeremy’s’.
All with the most extraordinary air of pomposity, the like of which I’ve rarely heard.